am i really back here again? i need to clean out my list.
There comes a moment or few in everyone's lives where you get trashed so bad that you can barely remember your own name. And then black out a few times and lose other pieces of your memory. Forget some of your clothes to be lost for good at someone's house, and accuse people of stealing your watch when you probably drunkenly dropped it down the toilet and forgot all about it. Misplaced the names of a couple girls whose shirts you've removed and accidentally told them as much during the process. And there's always a couple nights at the end of all this when you're walking home with a couple friends, smoking and entering the pre-hangover stage that you think to yourself that you're lucky to not have lost your house keys too. And that it was a pretty good idea wearing them around your neck before you went out.
That's been my summer. How was yours?
You knew I'd be back eventually.
That's been my summer. How was yours?
You knew I'd be back eventually.